Disclaimer: It's Craig Bartlett's.
Rated: T
Genre: Drama/Hurt/Comfort
Summary: "Have I mentioned that I like your bow because it's black like your skirt?" Song inspired fic. Read and review.
A/N: Thisis my third and it's inspired from Avril Lavigne's song: I'm With You. I don't know, when I first listened to it, I felt like I should write down a story. How weird. And according to my amazing friend, aurorabridge, I'll make it into three chapters. Hope you like it.
I'm With You
Written by V. Vichi L.
Beta-ed by aurorabridge
Chapter 1
It was a dark, humid Sunday in the middle of June. The thunder clapped, warning Hillwood of the storm that was soon to arrive, but no one was outside waiting. They had all gone to seek shelter elsewhere. The town stayed silent while another clap of thunder echoed.
It was at the same time a twenty eight year old woman walked quickly on the sidewalk. She hugged her bag tightly on her chest and pulled her suitcase. She wore a black vest with a white shirt, knee-length black skirt, and black high heels. She wore a black bow atop her head. No make up, just a faded lip gloss on her lips. She stopped in front of the bus stop, seeking something in her bag. Then she took a black jacket out from her bag and put it on quickly. She then continued to walk again, before the rain caught her in the middle of the road. She quickly ran to a big tree not far from her.
She stood quietly there, lost in thoughts. She didn't care if it was raining—all she cared about was this little strange town. She had missed the little town of Hillwood. Her memories were a blur now, but the town had quite changed. It seemed like people prefer to stay in their own houses, and left the town so quiet and gray.
She looked around, watching the storm peacefully. Then she looked up at the tree behind her; she remembered this tree, but it was a blur. She looked around, and saw a butcher shop. She frowned a bit, but then looked away. Just shrug it off like it was the same butcher shop like any other. She had gone to France for a long ten years and tried her best to change, and it caused her to forget lots of things here. But if you looked through her past life, you may think it was absolutely the easy way out.
A minute passed by, and the storm was getting worse. The thunder clapped ominously everywhere…
She had a perfect job, perfect friends, perfect life, but she hadn't found a love for life. No, it wasn't because she still remembered her past love. She had forgotten about him. What was his name? Alex? Alfred? Andrew? No, she had perfectly forgotten him. She had tons of crushes, and three ex- boyfriends, but no love. And now, at twenty eight years old, she was all alone.
Her eyes caught a big bolt of lightning, as it flashed above her. She sighed, and decided to wait until it stopped; she had no choice. She laid her back on the tree, stood still like that for what seemed like eternity.
Suddenly, a sound of a car ruined her thoughts as she looked up and found a Packard stopped in front of her, on the road. The smoke from the hood made the air smelt like old oil. She frowned, and waved a hand in front of her face. The driver jumped out from his car, growled angrily at the old Packard. He looked around and found the tree she was laying on, and quickly running to it. He stood beside her and ran a hand through his wet blonde hair, sighed heavily. He looked straight at his broken Packard, slightly annoyed. He sighed desperately, watching the smoke from the hood.
She looked at him strangely, and he noticed this. He turned his head to look at her, and smiled weakly.
"It's a worse storm than… last week…" his voice trailed off as he stared at her, wide eyes and mouth agape. His smile slightly fell, and his expression was blank.
She frowned quizzically when she stared at his bewildered emerald eyes. He looked at her from toe to bow strangely, making her frown deepen. She stood there uncomfortably with him looking at her, eyes widened. Then he looked at her blue eyes—sapphire met emerald. After few minutes for what seemed like eternity, he finally spoke quietly.
"Helga?"
She blinked.
"How do you know my name?" she asked him, frowning.
A/N: Cliffhanger! Please leave a review if you want to know further. Anyway, it can be a sequel of my first HA fic, Unspeakable Goodbye, but it can stand alone. And also, please ignore the grammatical errors; I'm still learning English! :p
This is the longest publishing fic I've ever made, I deserve a review! Please?
V. Vichi L.